You're born with an outline
It's your way to ink it in
Looks like the crimson king

Pushed it to the brink again
While you're ship sets sail
You row with broken oars

Two thousand... what ever
No room for closing open doors
I hoped you hoped for more

But that heart went cold
Blame it on the weather
Remember when we wanted something

Better, ah- whatever
It's a new year
And thank god that you're here

I know the wings are getting heavy
I wrote this in the womb and
I carved it in the moon

As real as it could ever get
I feel like I could sleep 'til June
You're so plugged in

But so out of tune
Time to change the station
Better yet change their shape

Stacked like sardines
In a sacked city scape
But here we are tonight

We are the lights we are the bright escape
Plan, Minnesota
Cold sholders where I come from

Young solider on his own
Bang a big drum
I'm nothing like a phenomenon

It's the same two step
I press on and on
Young, lucky that I'm still alive

I should have died
I should have been the one
I hope I see you on the other side

Soon as I saw them lights
I thought a flight
And tonight I'll grab hold

And dig the cleats into my life